When night was lit by moon-glow
And dustly roads lay white
The empty bridge bestrode the stream
O'er water's gleam so bright
The owls were heard, each one in turn
From Cwm y Glo across the burn

When wild ducks swayed at anchor
Beneath the moonbeams bold
When moaning wind it's woe did sing
Whipping the wavelets cold
Pitiless was their hooting then
From Myndd du across the glen

When gleaming Glaslyn glided
Through dusk, like sword to sheath
When distant mansion's windows glowed
Through shadowed woodland's wreath
When sullen silence woodland's wreath
Ynysfor's night to their sounds

And when the worlds shall darken
Ended their frantic day
And when the stealthy stillness minds
All mankind's work and play
Still shall their Latin sound, 'its true"
Nor glad nor sad, "Tu shit, tu whool"